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YOU'RE LIKE THE BURDEN WE BEAR, YOU'RE ALL THE HATE THAT WE SHARE She sinks to the ground, and the titan immediately reverses to give her space. He knows better than to crowd a birthing mother, choosing instead to stand guard a short distace away where he can keep a keen fatherly eye on proceedings. Woe betide any creature that tries to touch this mare or his newest child! Time passes and nature takes its course. The stallion turns, intrigued despite himself by the bloody act portrayed before him - birth is an interesting phenomenon, although he will confess to a sense of relief that it's not something he will ever have to go through. The child is a wet bundle, and the leviathan's jaws split into a proud smile as he gazes upon what is obviously a healthy foal. "You have done well," he croons to Vitani, before turning his gaze to the foal. It's a girl, another darling daughter, future empress, future queen, and a fierce expression of paternal protectiveness ghosts across the titan's scarred features. As much as he wants to go and touch the newborn, he knows that isn't how it works. It is important that she stands by herself, and that the first person she touches is her mother. "Help her stand, Vitani, but not too much - this is something she must do with her own strength." There's warmth in his voice, but sternness too - his children will be strong, and will learn to stand on their own two (well, four) feet from an early age. He watches, waiting for his newest daughter to impress him, to reach hungrily for her vital first feed. |
@Vitani
[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ]
[ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
